Another Day Getting Better
Another day has come and I have been trying to get someone to call me back at the surgeon's office. How many messages shall I leave?
Still doesn't want to eat and is nauseated. I tried to empty the contents of the drainage bag. It leaked out everywhere and I can't measure puddles on the floor. The smell triggers a gag reflex. Still no pain meds, nothing for nausea and all he wants to do is sleep all day, then complain that he can't sleep at night. Then to make everything worse, the promised rain storm is beating down. All I want are the tools needed to care for him. I don't mind cleaning up all the necessary messes and taking care of him. I think he can heal better at home, but this is ridiculous.
When the lady of the house is upset, the house cannot function properly! The Patient may have been joking when he said we should sell our current home and move. He says we need to move closer to a major medical center.
I think we need to move across the street from a hospital and install a zip-line from the roof of the house to the entrance of the hospital. Don't worry about mountain views and peace and quiet, just cozy up to a hospital.
I was sorely disappointed that our nurse practioner did not return my call on Thursday. The office in Hiawassee is closed on Friday, so after no call back on Thursday I figured there would be no call back.
She called me Friday evening and had some suggestions to help with the nausea. She was disgusted with the poor service in the ER that left me dealing with the drainage bag. She called the pharmacy and ordered nausea meds, pain meds and told me to get some probiotics to help his gut get back to a more normal state.
So, today I will be off to pick up all the meds and whatever the man says he will try to eat. Yesterday he wanted dressing. Like dressing from Thanksgiving. I didn't go to a whole lot of effort, but I did produce a reasonable dressing from dressing mix and chicken broth. He ate a few bites, then drank the Ensure. I force him to eat something before his meds. I make a lot of toast and he will eat about half. Last night, I hit the jackpot! He ate an entire piece of toast with peanut butter. The most he has eaten since this began.
My coffee is almost gone and I am procrastinating. I need to go out and clear my windsheild of snow and be on my way to Walmart. I am assuming all the roads are clear. No more wasting time!